Poetry Tuesday: Dog Parted From Her Master

By Hsueh T’ao, probably early ninth century China.

Yes, she’s a good dog,
lived four or five years
within his crimson gates,
fur sweet-smelling,
feet quite clean,
master affectionate.
Then by chance she
took a nip
and bit a well-loved guest.
Now she no longer sleeps
upon his red silk rugs.



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